The moment Zeliel stepped into Brock's Magic Workshop, he heard a steady clink-clank.
Looking past the display cabinet by the door, Zeliel rose onto his toes and peered inside, trying to find Brock.
Well...
There was no way to spot him with the naked eye.
"Brock!"
Zeliel knocked on the doorframe and called, "It's Zeliel! I'm here!"
The clinking stopped for a moment, then Brock's voice came from the very back.
"Come all the way in!"
Then the crisp tapping resumed.
Passing row after row of shelves, Zeliel reached the back of the shop.
Only after lifting another curtain did he actually enter the place where Brock usually worked.
The stocky dwarven magic craftsman was busy at his workbench.
Wearing an apron, he bent over and squinted, holding a metal component down with one hand and a fine file in the other, scraping
away at its edges. A hammer lay beside him.
Of course, a workbench suited to Brock certainly wasn't suited to Zeliel.
Almost everything in the workshop had been scaled down proportionally.
The chairs, the tables, and even the tools were all somewhat miniature.
To reach the workbench where Brock worked standing up, Zeliel would have to bend very low or simply sit down.
"Oh..."
Looking around, Zeliel couldn't help remarking, "I feel like I've suddenly turned into a giant."
Brock gave him an irritated look. "You can wait outside, then."
"Just kidding, just kidding."
Zeliel raised his hands in surrender with a smile. "It's my first time seeing this. I'm just not used to it."
Zeliel didn't dare sit on the little chair beside him, which looked as though it might collapse under his weight.
He took a large bag of gold coins straight out of his Storage Bag and placed it on the table.
"Here's the